Kkah$o & Lil Washy - Walking With a Bag Lyrics

Why can't you tell the truth
Why can't you fit your shoes
Faking like you on a cruise
But you at the pool sipping brews
I done f*cked up the whole game
Got acronyms spelling my name
Can honestly say I don't care about fame
And haters ya lame ya slow in the brain
If my hands to my face then Im saying my grace
Hands to your face cause you disgrace
Im grateful cause God is so great
I can't complain I strive through the pain
Got success on my brain hustle and heart
Tell them demons don't start gotta protect my arts
Gas smelling like a fart
And your shawty be sweet on me like a tart
Tell me Tell me about this mumble rap
Who invented that fast money I don't need that
Y'all too close need to get back I need a break like its kitkat
My flow shooting hella kickback it don't matter if you was from riprap
Ima change your mind and that's facts
More Better Music the grind changing like Optimus Prime
Crime equals time lemon to lime
If you look back in time The future was mine
And I wrote my own rhymes, look, up in the booth
Everything leaving my mouth is the truth
Foreign equipped and its missing the roof
What you crying fo you know how this go
I can't talk cause Im getting straight dough
Almost can't walk from all of this dough
Getting straight dough, getting straight dough
What you crying fo you know how this go
Yea, getting straight dough
Getting to the money getting straight dough
Getting straight dough, Getting straight dough yea
Pick up where I left off
On my list get checked off
Two girls have a neck off, and they blowing me like a sex doll
If you could do better, hats off
When you step in my zone, flex off
Me in the booth, let's off
And I never be trying my best dawwwwg
Not bad & boujie, you get left off
You niggas pussy bitches that's cat dawwwwwwg
I cook in this bitch like a chef dawg
Nah I cook in this bitch like Batali
I met ya girl, got her ready
To bring that ass all to the Telly
She called her best friend her name Shelly
Shelly, came thru with that jelly
Two hoes one me, yeah that's amazing shit
They both got men but won't say the shit
Ya girl, no name, I can't say the shit but Shelly with the jelly make her shake the shit
I go ahead & then I pay the rent,
Okay I pay the bills, cause imma big spender,
Imma big getter, big money getter wit some thick ass big Booty strippers
Big niggas, wit some big hitters
Take a limb off, that's a big ripper,
Stay strapped if you want to, imma jump the gun, imma big skipper
Got Aim that's gone bring the pain nigaa
Told you boys I'm not the same nigga
You thought that shit was a game nigga
So don't be surprised when that thang hit ya
Walking wit a bag
Lemme tell you why they mad
I done hopped up in my whip
I'm switching gears to do the dash
I'm just running through the cash
Shawty let me smash
But I threw her in the past
Told her it won't gonna last
Now I'm walking wit a bag
Lemme tell you why they mad
I done hopped up in my whip
I'm switching gears to do the dash
I'm just running through the cash
Shawty let me smash
But I threw her in the past
Told her it won't gonna last